Chapitre 3: asdf
i watched as the wendigo, slaughtered his way through the cattle, some tried in resist in a futile attempt to defend themselves with farming tools, or even old swords, but none could withstand the might of the wendigo.
"stop."
i said, i lucien its liege and lord, listened dispite the fact it was shivering in delight of their fear....
"go drag them back to the dungeon and cage them all...."
i say as i raised my hand motioning the imps behind to get to work.... they did so, as they began to pillage, and abuse the humans i so despised....
....
Belliel stood nearby watching all of this of with tranquility... with a smile her face under her helm... she advanced forward, and knelt down in the mud, and piss, and.... well... lets just say the humans were incredibly primitive, unsanitary...
but this was where i belonged, kneeling before my liege and lord... Lucien... and it felt so right doing so, as if all was right in the world...
she looked up, and saw her masters disgusted face, at the surroundings... but stayed silent....
waiting for him to talk to her...
"these humans are worthless creatures... sadly, a prison would do us well, and they can be used for sacrifices, or better yet, to generate DP."
hearing this, she wondered what DP was... as he heard him talking to himself...
"ill leave it to you, to gather the rest of the barbarian villages."
"yes my liege."
she immediately prepared herself...
...
it didnt take long, only the entire day to gather everyone inside the territory, leaving the outpost, on its own, the various barbarian villages had become strangely empty, and littered with rivers of blood, to those who resisted...
i looked upon the DP counter, with each human, it gained me a 1 DP per two average humans... and there was roughly 2500 thats 1250 DP per day... inside my prison...
i took a walk around to where they were located... and had a look at their conditions...
they were treated like beasts... rightly so, as they were simply thown into tight confined quarters choc full of their fellow species...
"please just let us go..."
"please... i dont want to die..."
they went on and on, as i appeared before them...
their faces scared witless.. as they pleaded for their lives... but it didnt matter to me... i was a demon, they were prey, i was would treat them however i want to... because i had the power to...
a High Imp that was guarding the cages, saw him, and immediatly.. saluted me... while another high imp appeared, and brought with it, large carcasses of freshly cut up monster, he casually opened the door, and said "chow time!" they didnt dare make a break for it and when the food was thrown in, they began to kick, step, and beat each other for the food like wild animals...
he continued to do this for every jail cell inside the place... and they all acted the same...
no shred of real humanity, it was than i noticed it... these humans were no worse than the dirt beneath my feet....
coldly, i glanced at them, and left... leaving them to their own devices... my imps would 'take care' of their health and over all well being, being told to not let them die... at least on purpose and to take care of their needs.
as such when i returned i saw belliel, my ever faithful knight... looking over the warmap... when i arrived she immeadiatly went into a salute. and than continued to look over the warmap, gazing over the infomation, for the outpost.
it had at least, 500 trained knights inside it, surrounded by palisade walls... had 1000 frontier villagers inside of it.. it was time to make a move.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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